voices
Usually the voices have nothing good to say
Mainly they just ramble on as white noise
When they do make sense I don’t bother listening
As long as they block the sound of the traffic
As long as they block out the noise of society
As long as they just keep making noise
Sometimes when the muse strikes it knocks me out
There is only so much I can feel at once and
There is so much less that I can sort out
If I close my eyes and close the sound I can
Feel the words roll over me like hot water on an icy morning
But mostly it just throws me down
It all makes perfect sense
Until I say it out loud and
Sometimes I listen to myself
And I have to agree with you
I am confident of what I know
Until I learn the truth
And maybe I can’t trust you
Because you may just be like me
And then where would we be?
Half of the things I want, I don’t, really
And most of what I get is nothing like
Anything I really need for this trip and
There are times when I just wish that
Everyone already knew so I could stop flogging myself
And pay more attention to the ride
Nothing you see is real and less of it is fake and
If you look really close you can see the strings
That hold ideas afloat in the murky of my mind.
Suspended until they can be judged, evaluated
I have to be careful not to say much out loud
When they don’t understand, people are animals
Just scared weak animals.
It all makes perfect sense
When you see it from within
The stone garden walls I built
Protecting my fragile illusions
Padding me from your truths
Unpolished as they are and
And maybe I can’t trust you
Since you may be just like me
And then where would we be?

Vulgar is in the Eye of the Beholder
Oh, was I being vulgar?
Did I upset you?
Were the words too blunt?
No, you heard me right,
'My grandfather's dick'.
You seem disturbed maybe even ashamed.
Embarrassed for me. . ? . .
How nice.
You have no idea what
Vulgarity really is.
It's crying when your lover
Caresses you.
It's never understanding
What you did so wrong.
It's wondering how things would have been. . . different.
Hey, I'm not a victim I'm just. . . .
Unlucky.
You really don't have to
Speak so slowly,
I understand what you're saying.
But I don't agree and i just
Don't get where your wisdom
Believes it came from.
You don't know
You just don't know
You don't want to know
You can't even know.